At this time, I saw Zhang Mo take out a bank card and say directly: "Swipe the card!"

The old monk was stunned, and said with a wry smile: "Donor, there is no credit card machine in the temple. ”

"Oh, then you give me an account number, and I'll have someone send it. Zhang Mo said flatly.

The old monk was stunned, and prevaricated and said: "Donor, our temple is only a very small temple, and we don't need so much money for sesame oil. ”

"Ten million is a small meaning, and the master is not too mindful. Zhang Mo said lightly, and then suddenly remembered something, and said: "Master, I got a tantric secret text by chance some time ago, I don't understand what it means, I don't know if the master can interpret it below." ”

"Tantric Secret Text?" the old monk paused, looking a little surprised.

Zhang Mo nodded and said, "I'll write it down with pen and ink." ”

"Donor, please. The old monk led Zhang Mo and the others to the meditation room next to them.

Although Shingon Temple looks dilapidated on the outside, the interior is green and chic.

After entering the meditation room, the old monk took out a pen and paper.

Zhang Mo casually wrote down a ciphertext, handed it to the old monk, and said, "Master, please take a look." ”

The old monk took the paper and glanced at it very casually, he didn't think that the young man in front of him could write any amazing ciphertext.

You must know that all the sects and sects of their tantric sects attach great importance to the secrecy of the inheritance, and non-true disciples will never pass it on, especially some special secrets, which are only taught to closed disciples.

However, when the old monk glanced at it, his face instantly became solemn, and his expression became excited, and he asked, "Donor, where did you get this cipher text from?"

"It's also amazing, I had a strange dream about a cellar with stone statues engraved on the stele next to the statues. Zhang Mo said half-truthfully.

"What?Dream?" The old monk was stunned and looked at Zhang Mo with an incredulous expression.

"Well, it sounds very bizarre, but it's true. Zhang Mo said.

"This ......" The old monk hesitated for a while, obviously not believing Zhang Mo's words.

After a slight pause, I heard the old monk ask: "Donor, there should be more than this small paragraph of ciphertext, right?"

"It's more than that, but it's a dream, and that's all I can remember. Zhang Mo said.

Hearing this, the old monk couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and looked at Zhang Mo hesitantly.

At this time, I heard Zhang Mo ask, "Master, what does this ciphertext mean?"

"This ......," the old monk hesitated.

"Tell me, Master, what it means, and maybe I'll be able to dream of that cipher again. Zhang Mo said.

Hearing this, the old monk immediately understood the meaning of Zhang Mo's words, it was not that he didn't remember, but he didn't want to say it, unless he told him the content of the ciphertext.

I heard the old monk say: "Benchen, pour a cup of tea for this female benefactor." ”

"Yes, brother. The little monk Benchen responded.

Then, I saw the old monk say to Zhang Mo: "Donor, please come with me." ”

Obviously, the old monk deliberately avoided Liu Ruolan.

Although Liu Ruolan was curious about this ciphertext, it was not easy to force it up.

Zhang Mo followed the old monk to the backyard, the backyard was very small, smaller than the front yard, and there was a demolished room inside, and the door was hidden.

"Please. The old monk took Zhang Mo to the firewood room and made a gesture of please.

Zhang Mo was stunned, not understanding why the old monk brought him to the firewood room, but he still walked in with his feet up.

The firewood room was stocked with a large amount of firewood, at least enough for the next spring, and it was neatly stacked.

The old monk followed and walked in, and deliberately closed the door of the firewood room.

Seeing this, Zhang Mo couldn't help but have a smile on his face, and asked, "Master, what do you need to be so cautious about?"

"Donor, wait a minute. The old monk said.

Then, I saw the old monk go to the corner where the firewood was stacked, pick up a pile of firewood, and then knock on the wall.

Then, a palm-sized dark compartment opened, revealing a mechanism inside.

Immediately, the old monk pressed the mechanism.

"Boom ......"

There was a rumbling sound in the ground, and I saw the floor tiles sinking one by one, and in a short time a hole appeared that could accommodate one person to pass through, and there should be a cellar below.

Seeing this, Zhang Mo couldn't help but be stunned, he didn't expect that such an inconspicuous Shingon Temple would have such an exquisite mechanism, it really should not be underestimated, it is worthy of being a tantric sect!

"Wait, cellar?" Suddenly, Zhang Mo couldn't help but think of the cellar filmed in the video, "Could this be the cellar in the video?"

At this time, I heard the old monk speak: "Donor, wait a while, let the old man go down first, and then come in when he hears my shout." ”

"Good. Zhang Mo responded.

The old monk had good skills and easily drilled down.

The cellar was pitch black, and I don't know where the old monk got the kerosene lamp.

The kerosene lamp was weak, but it barely lit up the cellar.

There was no stone statue in the cellar, but a stone bed with a man sitting on the bed, with his back to the old monk.

"Master. The old monk walked to the side of the stone bed and shouted softly.

"What is the matter?" asked the man sitting cross-legged.

It turns out that this old monk is called Benxin, and it seems that this person sitting cross-legged on the stone bed should be the abbot of Shingon Temple!

"Master, that's right. At that moment, the old monk explained the matter briefly.

Hearing this, the abbot suddenly became agitated and asked, "Benxin, where is that young man?"

"Master, he's just outside. The old monk said in his heart.

"Quick, please come down. The abbot said eagerly.

"Yes, Master. The old monk replied in his heart, and shouted outside: "Master Zhang, you can come down." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Mo jumped into the cellar.

The cellar was dim, but Zhang Mo's eyesight was amazing, and he could still see the situation in the cellar clearly.

At this time, I only heard the old monk introduce in his heart: "Master Zhang, this is the teacher, and also the abbot of our Shingon Temple." ”

Zhang Mo looked at the one sitting cross-legged on the stone bed, he looked very old, and the folds on his face were like furrows.

However, a pair of eyes looked very dazzling in this darkness.

"Young man, where did you get the Ten Thousand Demons Sutra?" the abbot asked.

"Demon Suppression Sutra?" Zhang Mo was stunned, looking a little puzzled.

I heard that the old monk explained in his heart: "Master Zhang, the Ten Thousand Generations Demon Suppression Sutra that my master said is the secret text you wrote just now. ”

"Oh, it turns out that the secret text is called the Wanshi Demon Sutra. Zhang Mo suddenly realized, and then said: "Master Abbot, I just told Master Benxin, I saw the ciphertext in a dream. ”

"What did you see in your dreams?" said the abbot, snorting, looking a little displeased:

"The Ten Thousand Ages Demon Suppression Sutra is my tantric holy scripture, and only the reincarnation of a spirit child has been able to cultivate over the years. It's a pity that more than 100 years ago, the Tartars were twisted and persecuted all the sects and sects of our Tantric Sect, and even captured the spirit child at that time, resulting in the loss of the Demon Sutra of the Ten Thousand Ages. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Mo was a little pleased, he didn't expect that this Ten Thousand Generations Demon Suppression Sutra would have a great origin, and it was a sacred book of Tantra!